Do it yourself

They moved at a brisk pace to Emerick's house. By now Valerie and Akeno had also responded to his call.

Emeric held his hand over Ichika's wound as she lay unconscious from the unbearable pain.

Izaya, as the head of the trio, decided to speak up while he did his healing:

«Mr. Gremory...

«Shut up," Emeric said coldly. He wanted to lash out, but he knew this wasn't the time or place.

The two of them bristled slightly, but didn't make a big deal out of it. It was only because they had finally realized their guilt in the incident.

Ichika's wound was a near-death precedent. Emeric couldn't just use the last vial of Phoenix Tears. The extreme holiness would simply negate the healing effect. Sanctity was the antithesis of any demonic power, and a priori had the highest degree of resistance. And the same Tears were a direct product of the demon family, which is why the Phoenix Tears were not an absolute panacea.

In order for Ichika's body to begin to heal, holiness must be removed. Under normal circumstances, Hell's medics would leave the demon for a long rehabilitation, keeping the patient alive until his body expels the infection. There were no other options, all other measures would be useless at the very least, sainthood nullifying all efforts. But in Ichika's case, Emeric couldn't leave it to chance. She wasn't injured by a mere holy bullet, but by a very powerful holy sword whose enchantments were much stronger. In fact, if not for the dragon's resistance, Ichika would have died by now.

Emeric needs to destroy the "holiness" in her wound or her fate will be unknown.

He took a deep breath and concentrated on his power. What he is about to do now is a rather risky, and in most cases, unrealistic venture. He wants to destroy holiness with his power of destruction, but there are problems. Firstly, the power of destruction itself is not designed to work deep within alien organisms, and secondly the power of destruction itself also has demonic roots, so the holy power will be resisted. All in all, this is what makes the method not the most viable, at least for the ordinary members of House Bael. But Emeric isn't the majority.

He summoned all his control over the inner force and began to let it in little by little. Iron will and discipline kept the force from beginning to destroy the body, but it had a clear purpose. Holy power. It began to resist, but Emeric simply added more magical energy. He had to spend ten times as much per unit of holiness, but Emeric had more than enough.

At the same time, Emeric began to listen to his inner sensations. He had recently been trying to comprehend his unknown power of "premonition", and it was now that these very attempts should form into a result. His intuition and outward flair for any magic allowed him to quickly find pockets of holy power and crush any resistance. He practically knew how the unpredictable contagion would behave for any demon and began to let the power of destruction take over.

Fifteen minutes later, Emeric had destroyed the last drops of holy power. This was most likely the first ever operation to destroy holy power using Bael's bloodline power, but Emeric didn't care. There were still many things to do.

«Valerie," he turned to his queen. - You will pass your demonic power to Ichika.

Valerie calmly asked the question:

«Why me?

«In this case, to spur her regeneration, there are only two ideal candidates," Emeric was relieved to see Ichika's grimace of pain disappear. - Me, because I have a direct connection to the "figure" and you, because you have a similar spectrum of energy. But I have urgent business to attend to....

Valerie began to leisurely warm up and figure out where to "connect" with the pawn.

«What's the matter?

Emeric paused, mentally checking against a quickly made plan.

The current situation is not only the fault of the exorcists and Ichika. In principle, everything was clear. Pawn, emboldened by his successes, decided to bring "light and justice". And the trio, who realized that they were not the biggest frog in the swamp, willingly accepted help from the outside. What do they care if the silly girl herself wants trouble and asks for nothing in return? No, judging by their guilty faces, one could realize that not everything here was so cynical, but the result was the same. The stupid girl ignored her superiors and decided to test her strength in battle. She did, check it out. A big hole in her stomach, miraculously not taking her life, and that sums it up.

Emeric began to berate himself for being careless. If he hadn't gotten caught up in everything else, this might not have happened. He hadn't followed through, succumbing to harmless everyday life and his own problems even when he realized the threat was at his doorstep. Trusting Ichika, who only amused him with her directness. And that very directness almost got her killed. No, in due time he'd have a talk with her, but not now. And from their first meeting, it was clear that his pawn was an incredibly impulsive person! Consequences? What consequences if the Twilight vampires want to make her part of their company! And things like that...

Anyway, he didn't follow through, he should have admitted that.

And the whole situation didn't make Emeric feel good. He had to let not only Vatican officials, but a bunch of scum into his territory. And watch them fight a deadly battle in his city.

No, the trust quota has been exhausted. Now it's time to lend a hand. Well, he was going to do it himself.

Yeah, Emeric's going to go in right now and single-handedly return the Excalibur to the exorcists. And with any luck, he'll bring Cockabiel with him. Azazel can get by on his heroics.

«I'll take care of it," he answered Valerie and received only a nod in return. The queen realized that her king had already made up his mind. It was useless to dissuade him or offer help.

There were no questions about how he would get there. When he needs to go, he goes exactly where he needs to go.

*****

«Stop! I'll tell you everything.

The unknown man was unable to finish his sentence due to the complete absence of his head, and the rest of his body. He just instantly dissolved into the aggressive energy.

The spears of light scattered in the air, and the fallen were immediately hit with a blast of destruction. They had no countermeasures, so they died immediately.

Emeric didn't mince words, he just systematically mopped up all the undesirables. A premonition led him immediately to a small hidden camp outside the city.

Most of it had already been destroyed. The magical barrier above him prevented anyone from escaping, and those, as if sensing their end, attacked him with all their might, like caged rats.

But Emeric didn't care. The power of destruction that formed into numerous orbs around him immediately intercepted all of the enemy's charges. The daredevils who came close to him received a swift blow that instantly ended their lives.

He wished he could say it wasn't easy, but then he'd be lying. The difference in strength between the renegade company and him was too great.

Emeric caught a glimpse of some irregularity at the edge of his awareness. He couldn't "see" it with any of his senses, not even magical ones, but he felt it coming with his intuition alone.

Everything became clear to him. The Excalibur of Transparency, which allowed the bearer to disappear from all spectrums of perception. But not from his abnormal and mythical 'foresight'.

Emeric pretended not to notice anything suspicious and waited for the invisible exorcist to approach him to strike. He shifted his body slightly, feeling only a slight tingling sensation on his skin that indicated an extreme dose of holy energy, and kicked the invisible foe in the stomach. He dropped his sword, not expecting such a set-up, and flew off to smash through several trees.

«Fuck!

Frid Selzen, from the trio's description, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and swore at everything, mostly him of course. Three more Excalibur were secured behind his back. The magical tarps concealed their true purpose, but Emeric realized the problem with his "knowledge" alone.

Still, it was lucky to find all Excalibur at once from one person, but there was something very wrong with it.

Emeric, lazily fending off spears of light, was calmly approaching Frid, who was pulling out another sword. Apparently the Excalibur of Speed, which he had used to wound Ichika. He wasn't too angry with the exorcist, because there was no point in being angry with the dead. And that's exactly what Freed appeared to be in front of Emeric. An ordinary dead man who breathed only as he intended.

«Where is Kokabiel? - Emeric asked him.

«Fuck you! - Freed answered him and began zigzagging away from his charges of demonic power. He didn't realize that Emeric was doing what Freed had been doing an hour ago. That is, cornering his victim.

Another maneuver where he pretended he couldn't react to the renegade's incredible speed and...

Two strikes.

This time perfectly placed and fulfilling the task of their master. That is a complete defeat for Fried Selzen.

The first blow turned the hand holding Excalibur into bloody dust. The second, slightly smeared with demonic energy, struck the diaphragm and struck the internal organs, knocking the entire "burden" on Freed's back out of its place, cutting off the exorcist's new supply of weapons.

«Bitch!

He had to give the madman credit. He didn't respond to his mutilation with hysterical cries, but only with mate and hateful glances. But he would not respect him either. All he had before him was a living dead man.

«I ask again," Emeric sent a concentrated charge somewhere deep into the camp, causing more shouting. There are almost no enemies left. - Where are Cockabiel and Valper Galileo?

«I DON'T KNOW, YOU DEMONIC BITCH! - The spit was dissolved right in flight. Emeric put his foot on Fried's neck. The pain from his wounds and Emeric's magical intervention that had gotten into his head clouded the madman's judgment. - They... have been... two weeks... for two weeks now. appear...

He was telling the truth. Fried Selzen really didn't know where his immediate superiors were.

Then that was all he would get out of this massacre. Excalibur was already in his hands, and he could think about the rest later.

In other circumstances, Emeric might have said one last thing. Some cool phrase that would mark the end of the mad renegade. But he wouldn't. Freed Selzen had badly hurt someone he valued very much. His family.

So he will die a mundane and ignominious death. Tomorrow Emeric will simply forget about him.

The once famous exorcist's career is over.

The power of destruction silently and indifferently devoured Fried Selzen's body.

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